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Tonight I left my face, painted on a Norwegian marble stone, by the feet of St. Erik in Uppsala, the city where I lived for five years. My next project will be less about face and visibility, and more about skin and tactility.

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Usually I try – like every inhabitant of this electronic space – to exhibit the best and most perfect of what I make. However, on this last day of the year I decided to challenge myself – and my ideas of good and bad. This gallery contains my worst drawings through 2017. Some of you will for sure disagree with my assessment. However, please do not try to convince me of anything else than that these drawings are bad. Looking at the drawings, I try to analyse my failures. Why do I dislike these drawings? I see at least three reasons:
a) I started to draw without any idea of where the drawing should lead me.
b) I got caught up in one particular detail and forgot the wholeness.
c) I had some images in my head, which got into conflict with my hands and the paper I wrote on.
Welcome to my gallery of failed drawings and happy new year!

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Me on the festival Rendez-Vous Carnet de Voyage in Clermont Ferrand in France from the 17th to the 19th of November 2017. Showing drawings from three continents and talking with excellent people about drawing, Russian literature and how art emerges in a constant interaction between the hand and the paper.